Alex McCord

Alex defends Ramona, and discusses "the bee in LuAnn's bonnet."

on May 19, 2011

It's Thug in a Cocktail Dress time at last! Who will it be? Oh, wait, you're reading this after the episode aired, so let me ask you this. . .were you surprised? There might be more thuggery to come -- stay tuned.

LuAnn and Sonja acted as co-hostesses this year for our girls trip, and I was thrilled to get back to Morocco. One thing; I was surprised to see in the episode that LuAnn said she's been there often, since when we traveled she told us she'd only been there once 15 years ago. Maybe I was confused, and it's not important AT ALL, I just hate contradictions. But I'm letting it go.

I spent a week in Marrakesh previously, with Simon and 5-week-old François in the Baby Bjorn on my chest -- it was an amazing trip!! I won't make this blog all about that trip, but if you want to know more we discuss it in Chapter 5 of our book "The Screaming Kid on the Plane is Not Mine". That time, Simon got to ride camels while I nursed the baby, in the desert, with guides driving me around in a 4x4 -- which was actually pretty cool in and of itself. We came home with four carpets and tons of pottery. Anyway, when Sonja suggested it, I was beyond excited to go back and do the things I couldn't last time with a baby. Some time during the next three episodes I'll post pictures on our website.

Seriously, LuAnn? Ramona's going to screw up the whole trip? That's ridiculous. Although Ramona had some misconceptions about Morocco (it's not a third world country and they do respect women). She is usually the most fun on a trip, pitching in, helping out, and having a great time. Kelly shouldn't have been worried about anything, frankly -- the person she had the biggest problem with in St. John wasn't going on the trip! Ramona nailed LuAnn by saying that whatever she says, she says it face-to-face and not behind the back. That, in a nutshell, is why I like Ramona, and why some of the others constantly rub me the wrong way.

I think there are two types of people in the world: Cowards, who don't want to rock the boat and smile to your face while saying whatever they feel like behind your back, and In-Your-Face'ers, who have the courage to be honest about their emotions -- good, bad or ugly. There's a gray area in between where you just don't say anything (I lived there for a while, as you know, and sometimes go back when it's just not worth it.) I would rather have clunky, not-the-right-time, from-the-heart substance, than high handedness and bile with a smooth veneer and a polished wink. Moving right along. . .